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(mdom/F, inc, teen/adult, d/s) *** Author Note: Feedback is the only price that most authors that post to ASSM ask. If you want to read more, you ought to pay the price by letting me know you liked this perverse tale. Writers need feedback in order to become better writers. If you don't let us know what you like, don't complain that there are no good stories. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e- mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** PART FIVE Over the next several days I made it a habit for Mum to see me naked at least several times every day. The door to my room became permanently open and I timed the moments of my undress to the times when she would be coming to and leaving from her room. That way she would have to walk right by my bedroom door. On Tuesday morning as Mum was walking by, I called out to her, "Have you seen my black trousers, Mum?" 'They're hanging in your closet, John. I put them there on Sunday." "Well, I still can't find them. Could you come and show me where you put them?" Mum stepped into my room. At first she seemed completely exasperated about my nudity and I could see her debate whether to turn and flee, then I saw her resolutely decide to just ignore my lack of dress. She turned away from me and went to my closet where she went right to my trousers and started to pull them from the rack. Of course I moved up behind her and was committed to keeping her from quickly slipping out the door again. She wasn't dressed provocatively in her blue quilted house-robe, but the thought of being naked with Mum in such a confined space had my cock stiff in front of me. "I'd like to arrange my closet so that it's easier to find things, Mum," I told her as I stepped right up behind her and took the trousers from her. "See I'd like to put all my shirts on one side," I said, crowding her in and letting the head of my prick brush her robe ever so lightly. "The trousers I could put in the middle and my weekend clothes on the other end." "Well, you're a big boy now, John," Mum said flustered, knowing that if she turned around she'd probably get poked in the front by my stiffness. "Organize it however you want." "You're the best, Mum," I said, giving her a big hug from behind. Mum practically jumped into the closet headfirst when she felt my hard cock press into her robe-covered arse. But I knew there wasn't time to mess with her this morning. We both had to get ready, her for work and me for school. So after a brief yet pleasant rub, I let her go and turned away and threw the trousers on my bed and started to step into my briefs. While pretending to ignore her, I still continued to watch Mum out of the corner of my eye. It was gratifying to know that even though she did beat a hasty retreat to the door, she still paused to turn around and watched as I took my time to bend over and pull up my underwear. By the time that I turned around to put on my trousers she was gone. I threw on a shirt and my school shoes and rushed over to see if I could catch Mum getting dressed for work. As I opened her door and stepped in, I caught her in her bra and panties in front of her closet trying to pick out a frock to wear. Typical Mum, really. Often she'd take forever to get ready because she couldn't quite make up her mind what to wear. "Wear the red dress we bought this weekend, that ought to make your day interesting!" I said breaking into her contemplation and startling her. "John, you simply must learn to knock," she replied, pulling out a dress at random and holding it in front of her to partially cover herself a little more. As I crossed her room, I tsk'ed at her. "Not that old thing, Mum. You've worn that frock a hundred times and it does little for you. Wear your pretty new red dress. You look lovely in it." I took away the dress she was holding up in front of herself and turned to her closet and drew out her new red dress. Holding it in front of her in the same way, I stepped back a little and admired it. "Yes, this is just the thing. Wear it today, Mum. It'll be beautiful." "Okay John, don't go on about it. I've paid enough for it already, I suppose I have to wear it someday." I crossed over to Mum's dresser as she took the dress off the hanger and started to put it on. "Wait Mum, you can't wear that red dress with those plain white bra and panties. Don't you have a red set I've seen in the wash a time or two," I said as I opened the dresser drawer she kept her underwear in. "Get out of there, young man. It's not polite to go through a woman's things," Mum said, exasperated once more. "Here they are," I said holding up the pair of red panties and bra I had remembered. "Why is it not polite? It's just scrapes of cotton and lace. You go through my drawers when you wash my clothes and put them away, don't you?" "That's not the same, John. I'm not rummaging through your things, I'm helping..." "That's all I'm doing now, Mum," I said stepping closer. "See, these match the dress and you just have to wear them together." As quickly as I could manage I stepped behind her and began to unhook her bra. "I can dress myself, John," Mum said, trying to struggle away. Just as her bra came unsnapped I snaked my left arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Nonsense, Mum. Here I'll close my eyes if it will make you feel better. Come on now, we're going to be running late if you don't get a move on it. You're dawdling about." She sighed, a bit put off, but Mum wasn't the type to make a big fuss and stamp her feet. When I stepped back and didn't crowd her, she held the white bra on with one hand as she pulled the straps off her arms with the other. Then, with her back to me, she swapped them quickly, so quickly that I might not have even gotten a glimpse from the front, much less from behind her where I stood. Still, I wasn't trying to peak at her so much as just get her used to me being around as she got dressed. I did step forward though and helped her to get the straps straightened and to hook the red bra behind her back. I found that I was really enjoying the aspect of dressing Mum. I decided I wanted to make a daily habit of this ritual if I could help it. "Turn around, young man," Mum said more determinedly. "I simply will not have you gawking at me as I change these panties." I decided that since she was being a sport about it that I'd go ahead and for the sake of family harmony turn around. Still, I couldn't help but let a bit of humor enter my voice when I told her, "Okay, but you're taking all the fun out of it. I was hoping to get a good look at your arse this morning." That got a giggle from her and I even felt her lean against me a bit as she stepped into her red panties. I was sorely tempted to turn around and catch her in my arms with them down, but I let the temptation pass. Unfortunately, as a reward for being a gentleman, by the time I turned around the red dress was falling over her hips and I didn't even get a chance to see Mum in her matching red bra and panties. My cock had so wanted to have that image burned into my brain and I let out an involuntary groan, which for some reason seemed to please Mum. As she stood there with an impish look on her face, smoothing out the folds of her pretty new dress, she looked marvelous. I couldn't help but step forward and scoop her into my arms and hug her tight. "You look positively delicious in this frock, Mum. You'll be turning heads in this thing all day. Promise me you'll come home to me and not run off with the first man that wants to make love to you." Mum laughed off my comments as she pushed away and went to retrieve a pair of red flats that matched the dress. I went back to her dresser as she did and retrieved a pair of stockings for her. It was a lovely sign of her acceptance that she didn't even fuss about it when I handed them to her. And this time she hardly turned away when she bend down to slide the stockings on her leg. I saw her little foot go into the toe and she only turned a bit sideways as she ran them up her sleek leg. As she snugged them up high, I got a glimpse of the pale, lovely expanse of my mother's beautiful thigh. As much as I was trying to control my response, my cock was hard by the time she was putting the second stocking on. I knelt down in front of Mum and, as she sat back onto her bed, I rubbed each foot just a bit right before I slipped first one flat and then the other onto her feet. "Tonight when you come home I'll rub your feet again," I told her as I rubbed her calves before standing up. Mum's eyes rolled back in her head a bit at the sensation of a man rubbing her legs through her stockings. As I stood up, my hands slid up to the back of her knees and I gave them a light, gentle caress before I was done. As I held a hand out to help Mum off her bed, I couldn't help but notice that she was staring at the obvious bulge in my trousers. Even so, I was disappointed that she didn't rub herself against it when she kissed me on the cheek to thank me for helping her get ready for work. All day at school I thought of Mum in her sexy red frock. I thought of her full, pale breasts encased in her red bra all day long and of the round flank of her arse covered by soft red cotton as well. It was all I could do to not walk around with a huge boner all day long. In fact, thinking of Mum all day, I was very distracted around my mates and the little girls that liked to hang around us at school. I found myself comparing these girls and their young, thin bodies to the fuller, more mature body of Mum. I'd played touch-and-feel with a few of these girls, but today at least my mind was on Mum and getting my hands on her. It's funny that girls seemed to sense a boy's distraction. The less attention that I paid to some of them the more interested in me they became. But the day couldn't pass quickly enough for me. It felt like forever until the final bell rang and I was able to scoot home in a hurry. By the time that Mum got home I had my homework all done, dinner half-ready and a glass of wine poured for her by the time she stepped in the door. "Here ya go, Mum," I said as I handed her the wine and pulled out her chair at the kitchen table for her to sit in. "How was work today for my favorite gal?" Mum groaned and began to go on about how terrible her day was. She sounded like she just needed to blow off steam, so as she vented, I pulled up her foot into my lap and, after pulling off her shoes, began rubbing her stocking feet. "Umm, that feels delightful, son. I feel like I've been on my feet all day. Thank you so much for rubbing them." After I had started on the other one, I asked her, "Would it feel better if we pulled off your stockings?" "It might, b-but... wait John, let me do it!" "Just relax, Mum. I saw you put them on this morning. I can figure out how they come off." With my hands up Mum's skirt, I found the top of the stocking to her right leg and slowly started to ease it down. I made sure to caress the soft tender flesh of the inside of her thigh as I was there. What amazed me most was how warm it was up under Mum's skirt. Then, with my hand on her bare right foot, I kneaded the arch and sole of her foot directly. Mum moaned a sigh of relief and slumped even deeper in her chair and closed her eyes to relax. In the removal of her stocking, Mum's skirt had gotten pushed up about a third of the way between her knee and her hip. The whole time I was rubbing her foot and calf, I was looking at the smooth, soft skin of Mum's pale thigh. I really wanted to push that skirt up even further, but even more I wanted to keep touching her and not scare her away this time. So, after a discreet enough time, I leaned forward and began to pull the stocking off of her left leg. Mum kept her eyes closed, but even so, I was very gentlemanly about not using the opportunity as just an excuse to feel her up. That's not to say that in the course of reaching up her skirt and taking off the stocking I didn't get a lot of exciting touches of Mum's skin, especially since the stocking was already off of the other leg. The whole way up, the back of my hand was brushing her naked right thigh. Then, when my fingers curled around the top of the remaining stocking, there was the inside of her warm left thigh. Just that intimate touch would have made me rigid if I weren't so hard already. And this time I made sure that the skirt came to rest even higher up. In fact, from where I sat I could see just the hint of red panty underneath enclosing the cheeks of her bottom. While I rubbed her foot, I stared mesmerized by that small strip of red. Until, so aroused I could hardly think straight, I reached forward to tug the skirt up even a little further. Mum's eyes fluttered just a bit when I did so and her hand reached forward to swat at mine casually, but by then I had pulled it up even further. Now, as I continued to massage her feet, I could see quite a bit of the lovely pair of panties I had picked out for Mum just this morning. They were almost the same color as the skirt, except that they were a little lighter color, just a shade more pink. Except for one part. As I went back and forth between one foot and the other, I spread Mum's legs apart ever so slightly. There, in the slim, soft space between her legs, the material of her panties was slightly darker. As I continued to rub her feet and legs, that discoloration grew deeper and darker. As I rubbed her calves and upward to her knees, not only did it seem darker, but there was also a lovely fragrance in the air. I knew enough about women to know that the wonderful aroma was the smell of my mother's cunt. "That's enough, John," Mum suddenly said when my fingers started to massage her thighs just below her knee. "Thank you for rubbing my feet, darling. That felt grand." Mum kissed my cheek and rushed upstairs so quickly that I knew something was up. I knew what I usually did when I rushed upstairs so quickly. After a short time, I slowly eased upstairs, being careful not to step on the one squeaky stair. At Mum's door I listened carefully and heard soft moaning. Slowly I turned the knob and cracked the door open, thanking the foresight I had exhibited a few days ago to oil all of the hinges on the doors upstairs. Through a small crack in the door I was able to see Mum stretched out on her bed, still dressed in her sexy red dress. Her legs were spread wide and though I couldn't see them, it looked as though her hand was moving very quickly inside her beautiful red panties. I watched, mesmerized, as Mum tossed herself off. I wondered what she was thinking as she rubbed her clitoris so desperately. I was thinking about loosening my own pants and beating off with her when, of a sudden, Mum's thighs came together and her bum came up off the bed and she was moaning out her orgasm. God, she was beautiful cumming like that. My mouth was watering, wanting to be between those squeezing thighs as my tongue lapped at Mum's leaking cunt. It was over so quick, though, and then the moment had passed. Very quietly I closed the door and slipped off to the bathroom to masturbate to the sight burned on my mind of Mum jilling off on her bed in that sexy red dress. THE END More stories by this author available at: /files/Authors/Jabbin/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 80